Gotcha Date:January 21st 2010Coloration:Tabby and WhiteLikes:Her best buddy Oliver, Me :-), lying near an open window, being fedPet-Peeves:Strangers, loud noises/people, an outdoor visitor cat, being chased by TinkerbellFavorite Toy:Hair ties, Catnip pillows/toys (she gathers them together and hoards them), paper towel rollsFavorite Nap Spot:By an open window, wherever Oliver is napping, under my bed, anywhere quietFavorite Food:Fancy Feast, Whiskers Lickin's TreatsDwells:
indoors Arrival Story:Only months after my poor Eloise went missing, on a freezing cold night in January I heard a cat screeching outside my house. I went out to investigate and I saw a tiny little kitten who continued to meow loudly and anxiously when she saw me. I tried to approach her slowly but she kept running away from me. My neighbor came out because he had heard her meowing as well. He tried to help me for about a half hour but I told him it was fine and I'd figure out how to get her. I had NO intentions of adopting another cat, but I knew I couldn't leave this poor little kitten outside in the cold. It took me nearly 2 hours to get her but eventually out of exhaustion she "gave up" and climbed into one of my window wells to my basement. I had to climb into my basement bathroom sink and pry the window open to grab her. She was not happy. She hissed and protested but I was happy to finally get her in out of the cold. I kept her in a crate overnight and expected her to be slightly calmer by the next morning. I opened the door to change her water and see if she was interested in some fresh wet food and she tried to bite me and continued to grumble and hiss with her back turned towards me. The poor little thing was completely feral and petrified. I spent a few hours sitting in the room with her with the crate open hoping she would eventually make her way out to check me out. She only came out once I left the room and when I re-entered she hid underneath a small loveseat. Eventually I coaxed her out with some tuna and then it was as if I switch was turned on. She started purring instantly and began rubbing against me and allowed me to pet her. I was even able to pick her up and it was only then that I realized how thin she was. She had fairly long fluffy fur so by just looking at her I thought she was pretty well nourished (which is why I thought she was someone's kitten who just happened to escape) When I was able to pick her up I was able to feel every bone in her body and she was as light as a feather. She had also thrown up large bones in the middle of the night so she must have spent a lot of time rummaging through the trash before she got to my house :-( She spent a lot of time lying on the floor rolling around, letting me and anyone else who came to see her rub her belly and pick her up. I thought she was the sweetest cat I'd ever met! A few days later after bringing her to the vet I found out she was not even 2 lbs (and approximately 3 months old) and was told she was a very sick kitten which is why she had such a gentle and mushy disposition. She also had chronic diarrhea for a long time so she had to go on a special diet in addition to me fixing her boiled chicken, rice, canned pumpkin and a bit of unflavored Pedialyte for good measure. I put ads around the neighborhood and on Craigslist to see if anyone happened to lose a kitten or was interested in adopting one. Eventually I finally accepted that I had just inherited a new member of the family and broke down and gave her a name. I kept calling her little lady before I gave her an official name, so Lady stuck.Bio:Lady is a playful and spoiled little creature, but she also has the most gentle and sweet disposition and does not have a cranky/nasty bone in her body. I am definitely HER person as she honestly only likes me and no one else lol. It's not that she doesn't like other people but she's extremely timid and will run off and hide even if she hears a car pull up in the driveway or someone knocks on our door. I tried to socialize her when she was a sickly little kitten and she didn't mind other people then, but after her full recovery she's shown her true colors which unfortunately is very skittish and anti-social. She follows me everywhere and will usually only show herself when she knows I'm home. Her other favorite "person" is Oliver the orange tabby, which was no surprise to me because all animals and new pet additions always gravitate towards Oliver. If she's not under my feet following me around or screeching at me to be fed, she's harrassing Oliver or trying to nap with him.Lives Remaining:9 of 9I've Been On Catster Since: